but look at those idiots here

anonymous asked:

Still begging for followers? You do it at every milestone. Chill. If people want to follow you then they will on their own.

Ooooh, Nonnie, you just made my night. Because now, I get to do my favorite thing in the world! Prove that anons like you are just bitter, jealous, idiotic assholes who are FULL OF SHIT. Let me take a moment to do a happy dance before I prove you wrong. 

Originally posted by ihiphop

Now then, pay attention. I know some of this may confuse you, but try to follow along.

Here’s my post when I hit 15,000 followers. Hmmm, no begging there.

Here’s 14,000. Again, no begging. WTF? I thought it was every time.

13,000. Oooh, oops, I begged for those 9 followers. My bad.

Hmm, doesn’t looked like I begged at 12,000 either. I must have forgotten that I do it every time.

No begging at 11,000. Damn! I was seriously slacking.

Shit! I forgot to beg at 10,000 too. As Dean would say, “Son of a bitch!”

9,000. No begging to be found. 

Let’s see what I did at 8,000. Nope, no begging there.

So, let’s recap, shall we? Over the last year and 8,000 followers, I have asked twice, TWICE, for a little boost. Wow, I’m a gigantic attention whore, aren’t I?

I guess I need to “chill.”

Originally posted by hellsbells9

(In case you’re curious, dearest Nonnie, the searches on my blog were: tumblr milestone or whatever number the milestone was + the word follower)


all the times he surprised her and the one time he didn’t…

Your bad driving caused you to not get hired.

(warning: long story)

Background: I work for a construction company that has many divisions but I work in the new construction section. I’ve been working at this company for about 5 years but actually worked along with my Dad who had 30+ years at the same company. Because of his long tenure in not only the field but with the company I got a lot of inside perks. I created a lot of very beneficial professional relationships through him. My dad recently became very sick (suffering from liver and throat cancer stage 4) and had to stop coming to work. My Dad and I were the only office guys in the department, so once he stepped away I became number 1 guy in the department, making all the decisions. This detail will come into play later.

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“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My master list by the way : right here)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”


Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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sinbad1229  asked:

1,2,3 & 16 with Bucky Thank you love, and sorry for the other one xD

2. “You save everyone, but who saves you?”- Bucky Barnes

After moving to the Avengers compound as the teams doctor, always being there to check up on them after missions, fix any injuries and on a couple of occasions saving their lives, you’d fallen hard for a certain metal armed super soldier, and lucky enough for you, he’d fallen just as hard.

“Steve, what did I tell you about jumping out of planes without a parachute?” You sighed, getting up from your desk as the blond super soldier limped in, held up by your annoyed looking boyfriend.

“Okay, but technically-” He started, silenced by both you and Bucky narrowing your eyes at him, “Fine…” He muttered, hopping up onto your table with a wince.

Snapping on a pair of gloves, you set about examining all of his newly acquired injuries. Prodding gently at his ribs, you heard him hiss above you.

“Well, this seems to be where most of the damage is…” You murmured, unrolling some bandage, “Luckily for you, with your advanced healing, you should be fine in a day or two. Just take those specially made painkillers Bruce made, and make sure to rest up.” You instructed him, making sure not to wrap the bandage too tight as to not restrict air flow.

“Thanks Doc.” Steve smiled sheepishly, pressing the ice pack you handed him gently to his ribs.

“It’s what I’m here for, just quit doing stupid shit.” You smirked, throwing your gloves away.

“I’ll try my best.” He smiled, ruffling your hair before leaving the room.

“So, how’d the mission go? Other than that idiot hurting himself again?” You murmured to Bucky, not looking up as you washed your hands.

Sighing, your brown haired boyfriend hopped up on your desk, ignoring the disapproving look you sent him. “It was… a mission…” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“That bad, huh?” You asked sympathetically, linking your fingers with his.

“Yep.” He sighed, rolling his neck before looking down at you, “Glad to be home though. Saving the world is a tiring business.” He smiled tiredly, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

“You save everyone,” You whispered against his lips, letting your hand rest against his cheek, “But who saves you?”

“You do.” He murmured, smiling as he rested his forehead against yours, “Everyday.”

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Words: 2k+ (2920)

Warnings: Smut


Dan is trying to avoid a much too friendly Phil. But when Phil accidentally offends Dan, he tries to make it up to him, much to Dan’s shock and horror. Through Dan’s confusion, things get heated.


“Dan? Where’d you go?”

I cursed under my breath, ducking into the first doorway I came across. A guest room, by the looks of it. What kind of excuse could I even use in here? I mean, besides… Those ones. I’d really rather not use those ones.

“Are you down here?”

Frantically, I clambered onto the bed, pulling out my phone in a last ditch effort to look casual as Phil Lester appeared in the doorway. Immediately upon spotting me, his face broke into a bright smile. I scowled.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you!” He grinned, walking over and inviting himself into the bed. “Whatcha doing in here?”

Avoiding your stupidly bright personality, you oblivious idiot. But of course, I didn’t say that. “Welding,” I muttered instead, opening Tumblr in search of something to distract myself with. He leaned over my shoulder, uncomfortably close to me as he scanned my phone screen.

A porn clip appeared on my dash, and I scrolled past it as fast as I could. The only thing more awkward than trying to avoid the friendliest guy in school at the biggest party of the year? Watching two guys masturbate with said annoyingly friendly guy. It was a few more seconds before either of us spoke, the silence going on unusually long compared to Phil’s usual insistent attempts to befriend me.

“Have you ever done that before?” His voice made me jump, and I nearly dropped my phone. Turning to him with a confused look, I was met with a curious little smile.

“What?” I questioned, genuinely confused as to what he was going on about. We hadn’t even been talking! Was he asking if I’d ever welded? Can’t he pick up on sarcasm??

Phil took my phone, and scrolled up until he came to the masturbating couple again. He turned the phone back to me, tilting his head and silently repeating the question. I gaped at him, in a state of shock. Did he just-

Some kind of inhuman shriek clawed it’s way up my throat, and I shoved him away from me. I was aware of my phone clattering to the floor, but honestly, I was too mortified to care. “Lester! You… You can’t just ask someone if they’ve ever masturbated with someone else!” He just grinned, falling back against the pillows and shrugging.

“Why not? I’ve done it, heck, I’ve even gone further than that,” It was the way he said it, like it was a comment about the weather, or something completely natural to share with random people. I glared at him.

“No, I haven’t. And I don’t wanna know how many people's​ genitals you’ve had up your butt.” Phil blinked, staring at me for a second, and for once I thought I’d managed to stun him to silence. Then he dissolved into laughter.

It wasn’t a giggle, either. He was clutching at his sides, gasping for breath as his fit of mirth wracked his frame. Feeling mocked, I scowled at the blankets, making to get off of the bed and go find somewhere else to hide. A shaky hand grabbed my arm before I could get very far.

“Wait,” He gasped, trying to pull himself together. “Wasn’t laughing at you! Just… The way you said it, oh my god, you’re such a virgin!”

Crossing my arms grumpily, I shot an unimpressed look his way. At this rate, my face might never look cheerful again. “That doesn’t make me feel better,” I snapped. He knows I’m not social. “Some people have less of a selection to pick from, in case you couldn’t tell from your ignorant joy bubble.”

His expression sobered immediately. “Dan, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I promise!” I refused to look at him, choosing instead to point my already dissolving pout at the bed. Stupid apologetic face, he makes it nearly impossible to just keep being mad.

Unbeknownst to me, Phil was intent on getting me to forgive him. I found myself falling backwards, his body hovering over mine, held up by his arms on either side of my head. “Lemme make it up to you!” He insisted. My eyes widened, and I spewed out a stream of protests and stuttered questions that I’m sure nobody could’ve understood. He nudged my chin with his nose. “Please?”

I closed my eyes, deciding that I’d rather not see Phil that close. I expected him to move back, or speak, or even hug me like the weird sap he was.

I did not expect him to press his lips to mine.

I went still, suddenly realizing what closed eyes at that proximity means to most people. His warm, slightly chapped lips were moving gently over mine, and I felt his fingers cup my cheek. What do I do ohmygod. Phil is kissing me. My disgustingly nice classmate is kissing me, as some kind of apology?

Out of pure shock and my inability to think up a better solution, I found myself kissing him back. My movements were much less enthusiastic, but it seemed to egg him on anyways. This is not acceptable… There’s no way this is happening! I opened my mouth to speak, not thinking about what the consequences might be.

Something hot and wet slipped between my lips, brushing through my mouth and twisting with my tongue. Phil’s tongue… I wanted to say that it was disgusting, but the way he searched my mouth was causing most of my blood to begin moving south, no matter how hard I tried not to let it. My focus was slipping.

I let out a startled squeak as Phil gripped my waist, flipping us over so that I was straddling his hips. It was suddenly dreadfully obvious me how this was affecting him, because I could feel him pressing up under my body.

He groaned softly, wasting no time in fisting my shirt between his fingers and pulling me back down for another kiss. Except… He didn’t kiss me immediately.

My eyes widened as Phil nibbled on my bottom lip, staring up without shame. Oh. I whimpered weakly. Those stupidly blue eyes… Pulling my bottom lip out, he released it and watched with a self-satisfied smile as it pinged back into place. I was tempted to wipe that grin from his face with an insult, but he swept in to connect our lips again before I could.

This time was a rougher kiss, full of bitten lips and clashing tongues. You hate him! What are you doing? It was so wrong, but I couldn’t help the small noises his expert mouth pulled from my throat each time he pressed in a bit closer. I was kissing him back with equal force now because I couldn’t think about anything else except how easily his lips dominated mine.

“You’re such a bottom…” He giggled, moving to nip at my throat. I had to grit my teeth to hold in a whine as he bit at my neck. I was hyper aware of how hard I was, pressing down against his hips, and it was all Phil Lester’s stupid fault.

“Shut. Up.” I managed, gathering the strength to push his head away from my weak spot. “You are the worst, most annoying person I have ever m-” Phil clamped his hand over my mouth, effectively cutting off my words.

He rolled his eyes. “I think I like you better when you’re whimpering and gasping for breath.” Heat flooded over my cheeks. In an attempt to get his hand off of my mouth, I assaulted it with my tongue.

He did pull it away, slowly, looking over the sheen of spit that now coated his palm. Then he looked back to me, reaching over to play with the button on my jeans. “I think I know what will shut you up…”

I squeaked in surprise as he undid them, tugging them off fairly easily before doing the same with my underwear. “Wait, I don’t-” I was cut off again when Phil’s wet hand wrapped around my length. A breathy moan was ripped from my throat.

“Le-ester… I-Is this some k-k-kind of messed up ap-pology?!” I stuttered out, bucking up against his hand. He simply rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to my ear.

“The first kiss was, now it’s just because you’re hot. And it’s Phil.”

Grasping desperately at a chance to annoy him, I forced myself to ignore my blush and how good it felt to have him talking against my skin. “N-no.”

He paused, tightening his grip around my base, and causing me to gasp. “Did you say… No?” Something in the tone of his voice made me want to apologize, although I wasn’t quite sure why.

“I…” Swallowing, I forced myself to spit the words out. “Yes.. that’s what I said.” The next few seconds happened so fast. Phil’s hands disappeared from where I wanted them, instead catching my wrists and holding them to my thighs. This kept my legs in place too, and I suddenly found myself unable to gain any friction.

“Lester!” I intended it to be more of a growl, but my voice was suddenly high pitched and needy as I realized how helpless I was. What’s happening to me? Suddenly I’m so… Not in charge.

“What was that?” Phil’s voice was low. More commanding in a way that left me whimpering and shifting on his lap. I felt instantly ashamed, like I’d disappointed Phil. Which I shouldn’t care about!


“Do I need to punish you? You’re not being very good…” He looked me over. Phil, despite being underneath me, was very intimidating. In a dominant way. Which I couldn’t bring myself to hate.

I squirmed under his intense gaze, panting and trying to reel in my thoughts enough to speak. “Please, just… I need…” Helplessly, I rolled my hips up and pleaded with my eyes. He smacked my thigh, reprimanding me.


My self control shattered. “Please, Phil! Sir.. I’ll be good!” I pleaded, loud and high-pitched. He released my hands, pulling me down into a bruising kiss that quite clearly showed how he felt about sir.

“I’ll make you feel good now, okay?” He mumbled against my lips. I could only manage a weak mewl in response as his hand slid up my thigh to wrap around me again. His eyes were so much darker now, sparking some kind of instinct to make him just as desperate as I was.

Relaxing into his touch, I assumed the most helpless position I could; spreading my legs to expose myself, dreadfully hard and leaking against my stomach, and looking down at him through my eyelashes. “Want you to make me come, Daddy,”

He stopped abruptly, a surprised yet predatory sound bubbling up from the back of his throat. “What… What did you-”

“Want you to feel good too.” I added, grinding down against his bulge as innocently as I could. He choked out a gasp, closing his eyes in an attempt to hold himself together. I pouted. That’s not what I wanted. Leaning down so that my mouth hovered above his, I whispered again. “Wanna feel you claim me, Daddy. Wanna come so hard I scream your name, let everyone know who I belong to.”

“Y-yeah?” I shivered at the hoarse tone of his voice, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.


He moaned, bringing a hand up to the back of my head and kissing me properly. His mouth effortlessly dominated mine, distracting me completely until a something cold and slicked pressed against my hole.

I jumped involuntarily, only helping to force the digit further past my rim when I landed. It felt… Weird. I experimentally rolled my hips back, trying to adjust to the intrusion, forgetting that I was being watched very carefully. Then I lifted my body up a bit and dropped down. Immediately heat shot up my spine, driving me to repeat the action until I was bouncing and moaning uncontrollably. Brought out of my daze by a gruff curse, Phil pressed another finger into me.

“That’s so hot,” he mumbled, curling his fingers so that they brushed a spot that made me jerk. “Your pretty little hole was just made for my fingers.” I couldn’t control my breathing, the intense electricity coursing through my veins was too distracting.

“Wh-nng… Where’d you g-get the lube?”

“The pocket of my jeans,” He smirked, and I blushed so hard that the room seemed to get a few degrees hotter. Phil’s fingers were still moving, and he pushed another one in slowly while I was distracted so that a weak mewl escaped my lips. “Bet you love this, letting me see how vulnerable you are, riding back on my fingers like that.”

He was right. It was exhilarating, knowing that he could see just how worked up I was. I could feel the wave building, threatening to crash down any second now. Letting my eyes flutter shut, I slowed my movements from a frenzy to a slow burn, getting closer, closer-

Phil pulled his fingers away, once again pinning my wrists so that I couldn’t move. I wanted to scream, or cry, or anything that would show how sexually frustrated I was feeling.

“Please… Daddy, please, please..” He tugged me down into another kiss, but this one was gentle and sweet as he moved me up to sit on his stomach instead of his hips. I was vaguely aware of some fumbling on his part, as well as a couple groans, but I was far too invested in rambling constant pleads against his lips. Abruptly, he broke away, instead moving to pant against my neck as the wet sound of skin on skin picked up from behind me.

The hypersensitive skin jumped to life under his heavy breathing, somehow turning me on even more than I already was. Which was ridiculous, considering that I was almost at my breaking point. Phil, always one step ahead of me, gave a quiet noise of pleasure as his other hand snuck back to my length.

“I wish… Wish I could just have m-my way with you here,” He gasped, twisting his hand in a way that made me choke on my own breathing. It was a few seconds before his words registered, my comprehensive skills sluggish from his touch. The coil of heat in my stomach tightened as I considered various images flashing through my mind.

“Do it,” I whimpered, bucking my hips forwards into his fist. He simply groaned and sped up his hands, pushing me towards my climax as fast as he could.

“Not now… Gotta be special for your first time,” He rambled weakly. I was about to protest, even beg if it came to it, when Phil simultaneously sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth and slid his thumb through my slit.

I came with a mewl, spilling over his fingers, a constant stream of Daddy and Phil bursting from my lips. Sometime during when I was coming down from my high, my lower back was painted with streaks of white as Phil fell over the edge after me. Once my haziness had cleared, I was assaulted with overstimulation due to the fingers which were still working over me just as feverishly as before.

“N-n-no… Hnng- too much! T-too mu-uch…” I writhed in discomfort. Phil watched with a fascinated look for a few more seconds before he finally withdrew his fingers and let me collapse on top of him.

“Hot,” He whispered to himself, and I couldn’t help but blush. My eyelids felt heavy, my energy spent, and I hummed gratefully when he pulled a blanket up to cover our bodies. Pressing a tentative kiss to my forehead, he spoke again. “How was that? Okay?”

“I don’t think anything is supposed to feel that good. You’ve ruined sex forever, I bet.” I grumbled. “Why do you have to be so annoying, and hot. God, you make me wanna become a camboy just so I can watch you watch me tease myself.”

I didn’t even realize what my exhausted mind had said until Phil chuckled, pulling my body flush against his in a tight embrace. “You’d be into that?”

I was going to die of embarrassment, I was sure. “I… Maybe, I don’t know?” I squeaked. He rubbed comforting circles into my hips, likely noticing how mortified I felt.

“Mm… Kinky. Not sure if I could share you, though…” He mused. “What about a sexy Skype call? Would that satisfy you?” Was he actually serious? Arousal swirled between my legs, but I was too tired to actually think about a round two. But god, that’d be hot…

My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own at this point. “Yeah, wanna show you how hard you get me.” Phil’s fingers tightened on my hips, clearly visualizing what I might do. He huffed out a heavy breath.

“Saturday work for you?”

“Yeah.” I yawned, snuggling into his chest with a content sigh. Maybe I was tired, maybe it was post-orgasm Dan talking, but I couldn’t help adding one more thing. “Daddy?”

Phil’s breath caught in his throat. “Yes, sweetheart?” I smirked to myself, knowing exactly how to make him look forwards to this just as much as I already was.

“Wait until you see my lace.”

Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles

Here’s my latest entry for @sterek-bingo! I’ve never tried writing a soulmate AU before, so this was a ton of fun. Enjoy!

This story was written for the Soulmates square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).

Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles

Stiles has always maintained that if Scott weren’t quite so slow on the uptake, they could totally be soulmates.

When they were kids, this thought depressed him; now, he has to admit, he’s more relieved than anything else. He loves Scotty to pieces, but jeez, does Allison have to put up with a lot. Besides, although platonic soulmates do exist, very occasionally, Stiles is a romantic at heart, and he definitely, definitely doesn’t see Scott that way.

It happened when they were four years old, and they met at the playgroup both their moms sent them to. They’d been doing that thing kids do when they play alongside each other but not actually together, and as a consequence they’d spent the entire morning together without actually talking. That was enough for Stiles to decide that he wanted Scott as his soulmate.

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anonymous asked:

will you use your powers as mystical shitposting dreamworks infiltration to give lance and hunk the character development they Deserve


*cracks my knuckles* first of all:

  • Lance totally knows what a fucking hypothesis is. What the hell. My eight-year-old little sister knows what that is. “In English” my ass.
  • Hunk is literally… an engineer… How can they not remember this, they only gave Hunk like Three Defining Character Details. MMMMMM.
  • I’m only halfway through episode 7 right now but let me just say: Lance and Hunk would totally explore the space mall together. Because you know what you do when you go to the mall? YOU FUCK AROUND WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND.
  • If any of the Paladins would have an invested interest in learning Altean it would probably be Hunk since he’s the… idk… team engineer and therefore in charge of maintaining the Lions (that’s of course assuming Dreamworks ever gives him the chance lol!!!!!!!!!!!!)

And uuuuuurgh okay sidenote: I’m so mad that Dreamworks kept!!!!! Boosting Pidge’s smartness!! By making my BOYS look like idiots in comparison!!!! Like. Oh my GOD. Yes, I’m so proud of Pidge, and I’m glad that Dreamworks is giving her the genius credit she deserves. But they don’t have to do it at the EXPENSE of their CHARACTERS OF COLOR.

Like here is an alternative to all of those scenes that I just came up with while my ass is flying out of my seat with a fever:

  • Pidge goes on one of her techy tangents. She uses those big ol’ words that are seven syllables long. There’s a moment of silence as everyone stares at her, sweat-dropping.
  • “Okay, so…” Lance says, staring up at the ceiling as he taps his chin in thought. “Are you saying that you’ve like, made a program that tries to predict how much Galra activity there’ll be in an area based on how many showed up to kick our butts?”
  • Pidge blinks, thinks about it for a second, and then nods. “Yeah, pretty much.”

It’s not. Hard! Do you see how easy it is to tweak a scene so a character ISN’T put down, but instead boosted alongside another? Think about all those Fucky scenes!! Pidge, or Coran, or someone starts going on a technological tangent. Instead of making a pointless quip about food, Hunk adds to the idea! He contributes his own knowledge to the conversation!! 

Maybe for a second, Pidge and Hunk get caught up techno babbling to each other!! They’re having fun!! Shiro steps in, almost a little sheepishly. “Uh, guys,” he says, “what exactly are you saying?” Pidge and Hunk turn to him and try to explain, but they’re so excited that they babble over each other, and their conversation becomes even harder to follow. Shiro and Keith stand there, a little intimidated.

And then Lance steps in to translate. Maybe he doesn’t understand the precise mechanics of what they’re saying, but he can still help. You’d think that, after spending MONTHS with Hunk and Pidge, Lance would pick up a little of SOMETHING. Maybe he can’t recite a Wikipedia page about dark matter, but Lance can translate what his friends are saying into Layman’s terms. 

Do you see how helpful that would be for an audience? They get a complex concept explained to them by a down-to-earth, fan-favorite character who won’t be condescending and who will probably turn that boring scientific idea into something funny and easy to understand!! Plus, you know Lance! He could turn some Big Ass Complicated Probably Fake Invention™ into something that can be summarized in five words or less. “It makes the bad guys go boom” or “Oh, so this’ll stall their engines long enough for us to escape?” or even “So you need us to distract them while you set up some sorta microwave that’ll override their sensors. Got it!”

But instead we get… this. Ugh.

Quirks - Prince Adam x Belle

Title: Quirks

Pairing: Prince Adam x Belle

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 790

Prompt: Anon Submitted: ‘for your batb fic, which i absolutely adore :) – adam finds that certain beastly quirks have yet to leave him after transforming back (i’ll leave that to your creative discretion) and feels insecure, belle helps abate his fears. hurt/comfort or fluffy ? thanks so much <3

Originally posted by mseffervescentdreamer

She sees how hard he tries: how every faltered step is because of his boot catching something, and not the getting used to balancing as a human again. How he reaches for anything, from cutlery to books to writing utensils, and takes a moment to stare at his hand: his human hand.

That’s not to say that she doesn’t see the things he’s kept from him. His ears prick at the slightest of sounds. She sees him running faster than the others out in the gardens, hardly breaking a sweat when he eventually laps them. Even when a winter illness settled in the neighbouring villages, and when most of the palace were struck with it, he remained healthy.

She wakes slowly one morning. Dawn is settling in with the sky marbled with purples and reds. There’s a slight chill in the morning air, something that sweeps into the bedroom through the opened balcony doors.

She turns around to face her husband.

“I told you to close the balcony doors,” she admonishes.

With eyes still closed, he reaches out blindly and pulls her closer to him. He hums into her hair. “You were complaining about it being warm last night.”

“You went to bed after I did.”

“No,” he chuckles, brushing his lips over her forehead, “we went to bed at the same time: you fell asleep before I did.”

She looks up at him, reaching up to sweep a strand of hair out of his face. “Arguing for the sake of arguing?”

He catches her hand and places kisses on the back of her hand and on her palm.

One thing she’s noticed is how warm he is. The summer days are blistering hot with no winds to sweep through the gardens. The dead heat is sweltering. But in the nights, the nights are bitterly cold. The skies are clear and it’s a chance to look up at the stars, either on the balcony or in the gardens, but it’s cold.

Even though they have their own sides in their bed, they always seem to wake up entangled in each other.

Belle rests her head under her husband’s chin. “Do you have anything of importance to do today?”

He thinks for a moment. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Excellent,” she smiles, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, “I think a lounging day is in order.”

One day though, she sees something linger in his eyes when they’re in the library.

He’s looking out one of the lancet windows that looks out on to the main courtyard. She notes the page number of her book and places it on a nearby table.

She nudges his side with her foot. “You seem lost in thought.”

Adam shakes his head and goes back to his book. “Nothing my love,” he gives her a smile.

It’s a faked one, she knows, one that only lingers on his lips because he knows she’s staring at him.

She stands up from her chair, pulling her shawl around her shoulders. “Alright,” she sighs, striding across the room. He doesn’t have a time to say a thing before she sits down on his lap and throws an arm around his shoulders. “What’s going on up there?” she touches a finger to his temple.

He sighs, leaning forward slightly to put his own book on the table next to him. She watches him for a moment. The way his eyes dart means he’s thinking about his words.

“My mind is ruthless when it comes to…unhappy thoughts.”

She threads her fingers through his hair, tucking some of it behind his ear. “Care to share these ‘unhappy thoughts’ with me?”

He looks at her for a moment. “They…they make me think about us: specifically us when I was him…”

He pauses for a moment and swallows.

“They make me analyse everything.”

“Like?” she prompts gently.

“If…if you’re in love with me, or him.”

It’s her turn to pause. She takes his face with both of her hands and makes him look at her. “You are you, my love. You had a different body, but who I fell in love with is still here with me, looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes,” she rests her forehead against his.

“My mind doubts,” he says lowly, “it’s full of demons.”

He pulls her closer to him, almost making sure that she’s real and still here with him. “It may be an idiotic question,” he says, “but are you sure you’re happy here, with me?”

“You silly man, of course I am,” she smiles and kisses his cheek.

She stands up from him, turning to grab his hand and pull him up. “Now, it’s a beautiful day and I think a walk is in order.”


In Trials of Apollo, we need to see Artemis and Apollo reunite.

There are no exceptions. I want to see her saving Apollo and just seeing him in this puny mortal body, covered in blood, sweat, pain, and wounds, his face pure agony after all the shit he has gone through. I want to see her march over to him, punch him in the face and beat the shit out of him. Then she says “Look how low the “mighty” Apollo has fallen. You look like shit.“ And he’s like, "Thanks sis love you too.” She’s so pissed off and angry and relieved that he’s okay and not dead that she pulls him into the most bone-crushing hug, partially to hurt him partially because she was genuinely worried. “You are such an idiot, who gets turned mortal 3 times? Oh my gods you are so stupid! Father is beyond angry. Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to save your sorry ass all those times?! Look at you, you look like literal shit you’re so weak and defenseless is that acne oh my gods.” And Apollo is fighting back the tears because here’s his sister. Every other god has completely abandoned him but she’s still here. She sent help and support even if it broke Zeus’s rules and now here she is, saving his ass like old times. It feels good to be around someone familiar after all the shock and new experiences of being mortal, it just makes him feel better, at home.   And the people around them are like “Are you both…crying??” And they’re are like “WHAT. NO. OF COURSE NOT I HATE HIM/HER.” But they continue hugging and grossly sobbing because gods damnit the twins missed each other and you can’t tell me other wise.

April 2nd.

This is for @sad-af1121 @thatawkwardtinyperson and @bxckyfxcknbxrnes because they are awesome and I wish I can be half as good as them. 

Notes: started as a drabble but now we are here. super spur of the moment. fluff. tell me what you think! my second fic ever. be nice pls?

Originally posted by petallica

April fools!

Those two words keep playing in your head over and over again. You’re an idiot. You are a self proclaimed idiot. Jokes on you this time. 

You turn to your side and look at your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. Ugh. He’s perfect even when he’s sleeping and here you are trying to not to work yourself into an anxiety attack over your stupid mistake. 

I’m an idiot. Who the fuck can’t tell their boyfriend that the joke you proclaimed as an April Fool’s prank is the truth?

It’s not like you planned for your joke to be a joke. You just found out on April Fool’s day.  That little blue stick does not lie. Nor did the ten others you made Wanda go get you and swear on her life that she would not tell anyone about what is going on with you or…rather in you. 

And when you went to tell Bucky, Bucky, the man with the steel blue eyes and the wicked smile and the love of your life that you are pregnant,  p r e g n a n t, you froze. You panicked. And his shocked expression did not make you feel any better so you thought quick and told Bucky it was a joke and was crushed when he sighed in relief. 

You look over Bucky now,  to glance at the clock on your bedside table. 12:01. It’s officially April 2nd. It’s no longer April Fool’s. You’re still pregnant. It’s not a joke. It’s April 2nd, and you’re still pregnant. 

“Babe as much as I love to keep you up at night, why are you awake?” You flinch as you glance at Bucky. He peers at you with one eye open and furrows his brows. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s awake. fuck. fuck. fuck. 

I swear it’s nothing babe, just going over the mission details for tomorrow in my head” blabbering it out like an idiot that you are and turning to your side only to bury your face into the pillow and hope to God that Bucky does not feel you try to avoid the subject.

“You know, I would believe you if you haven’t been awake and fidgeting for the last three hours” Bucky chuckles and pulls you closer. 

“Talk to me doll, what’s on your mind?” Bucky turns you over and you peer up at him. You search your mind for the right words. 

Hey Buck, remember that time after the mission when the adrenaline was getting to us and we got back to the jet and I tackled you and you took my pant– or that time during Tony’s party last month when you slid your fingers under my dress– or two weeks ago in the shower when you took me up against the wall and—

“Babe I can practically see you thinking but I need words.” He smirked as he leans closer into you, your foreheads are touching at this point. 

“So funny story…” you begin and you look up once again into those eyes. 

I’m fucked. Well we fucked. And now you’re fucked. Because we fucked. And we made a baby. I’m pregnant. Jokes on you and me. Oh shit.

Talk to me doll, you’re starting to worr–” he’s cut off before he can finish the sentence. 

“So I know I told you it was an April Fool’s joke, but I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. And I took about ten tests to make sure I was because who the fuck learns they are pregnant on April Fool’s? And I tried to tell you but then I panicked because you didn’t plan for this, I mean we didn’t plan for this and I saw the relief in your eyes when you heard me say April Fool’s. but Bucky, it’s officially April 2nd, and I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. Please don’t ha–”

This time, you’re the one that’s cut off from your babbling. Bucky’s lips smash into yours and you can’t help but moan at the force. His tongue teases yours a little and you blink your eyes a few times because you are left dazed after a kiss like that. 

“You’re pregnant?” “You’re actually pregnant?” “I’m going to be a Dad?” he whispers as he pulls slightly away from you. 

You stiffen as you come back and hear Bucky’s words. You look at him and you see the biggest smile on his face. 

“I’m pregnant” You say with a little more confidence. Bucky leans back into you.  “I was hoping it wasn’t a joke when you told me yesterday doll, I only looked relieved because I was trying to hide how disappointed I was.”

This time you’re the one who yanks Bucky towards you and in the process he’s on top of you. You reach up and give him a quick kiss before leaning up to his ear. 

“You’re going to be a Daddy, Buck. No April Fool’s joke this time. Happy April 2nd Bucky.” your breath tickling his skin as you trail back to his lips. 

“Happy April 2nd Doll, best non April Fool’s joke ever.” He leans down and joins you into your kiss. 

April Fool’s didn’t turn out so bad.

I Freaking Love You

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:  1697
Requested by Anonymous:  Have you ever written something where the reader gets drunk and admits her feelings for Dean? If so could you please write something like that? With le smut? Thanks beauty 😘😘😘 

Warning: Smut

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.

          You had had a little too much to drink. Not enough to not know what was going on. But enough to make you stumble slightly and you knew your words would probably slur if you tried to talk.

           You got the key out of your pocket and went to the door of the motel room. You always had your own room from the guys. Always. Because you all thought it was important for you to have your privacy and space away from Dean and Sam.

           But as you were fumbling with the key, the deep voice of Dean Winchester sent tingles through your entire body, “Having problems, Sweetheart?” he teased.

           “M’fine,” you slurred slightly.

           “Whoa,” Dean chuckled, “A little too much to drink tonight?”

           “Had fun,” you shrugged.

           “I guess that’s all that matters,” he said, “Here, let me help you,” he took the key from you and expertly opened the door.

           “Thanks,” you said, stumbling slightly as you went into the room.

           “You need some help?” he asked, holding your elbow to steady you.

           “Got it,” you said.

           “If you need me, you call, okay?” he asked.

           “M’kay,” you nodded.

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Ogawa Chise or Waku Okuda, that is the question

Heeey people~ 

While I am still waiting to be sent the “No Color Baby” typesetting. Here we post a short story of Waku Okuda, only five pages. But wooooow, the style surprises a lot (mostly because it looks like Ogawa style). It’s called: 

Because he’s cute even if he’s an idiot
(Baka Demo Kawaii Hito Dakara) バカでもかわいいひとだから 5P

Thank you @namasuki for the translation (always helping) thanks !!!
And Nini & Ash for proofreading those little details that nobody realizes (even me) It’s good to have help to improve what you do!

I wish the story were longer. Has many ways to continue the story. But still, it’s too cute!

“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx


I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much  I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

anonymous asked:

taejin is purely platonic :)

of course!! you’re right!! taejin are sooooo platonic!! silly me thinking they were romantic lol what an idiot :))))

the way tae is looking at jin here is super platonic :)

Originally posted by jiminiemini

nothing like 2 bros grinding on each other :)))

Originally posted by softlytaejin

friends 4ever :)

Originally posted by taejinnies

bestest bros :)

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i love friendship :)

Originally posted by weakforjin

buddies :)

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nothing like friendly back massages between friends :)

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friends sleeping together :)

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pals :)

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and last but not least who could forget the most platonic performance known to man :))))))

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Auston Matthews - Part 28


Everything in the room seems to go still, they stare other and I stand in the kitchen frozen in time. Auston slowly looks back at me, an unreadable look on his face as he opens his mouth to speak to me.

               “Y/N, who’s your friend?” He asks, his voice dangerously low and immediately I feel defensive. He has no reason to be mad at me. None.

               “Auston this is Riley, Riley this is Auston,” I say, moving from the kitchen to the outskirts of the living room. I may be defensive, but I’m not dumb enough to walk over to Auston right now.

               Auston nods at Riley who stands and holds out his hand, Auston eyes it a moment before setting his bag down pointedly on the stairs before moving to the couch and shaking his hand.

               “Nice to meet you,” Riley says pleasantly, though I can see him squirm slightly as Auston squeezes his hand probably a little too hard. I hurry to Auston’s side and put a hand on his arm, he immediately lets go of Riley’s hand and also moves his arm out from under my touch. A flash of hurt passes through me and I frown.

               “How’s the project?” Auston asks me, looking down at me with unfamiliar eyes.

               “Good, we were just finishing up,” I stammer, unable to hold his gaze and look down at my hands.

               “Right, I was just packing my things,” Riley says, sitting back down and stuffing the last of his books into the well-worn backpack. Auston reaches out and relief floods me, but quickly vanishes again when he takes my elbow and walks me to the kitchen.

               “Auston,” I hiss, jerking my arm out of his grasp. “Do not man handle me.”

               “Your lab partner is him?” Auston hisses back at me.

               “No, he’s just a stray I picked up off the street,” I spit back at him, sarcasm thick on my words. “Of course he’s my fucking partner, Auston. What’s your problem?”

               “And you were here working alone, with a very good looking guy, who was blatantly staring at you before I even opened the damn door.” This time it isn’t a question and I give him an exasperated look.

               “Are you fucking kidding me right now? He is my lab partner Auston, what do you not understand about that?” I snap.

               Just as Auston opens his mouth to speak, my dogs come bounding into the room, some watch dogs they are. They bounce around at Riley’s legs and he reaches down to pet them.

               “I never asked, what are their names?” Riley asks me, glancing over at where Auston and I are huddled behind the counter.

               “Zalla is the bigger one on your right, Andie on your left,” I say, giving him a tight smile.

               “Andie? Isn’t that a boy name?” Riley asks, glancing back up from them.

               “That’s rich coming from a boy named Riley,” Auston grumbles next to me, loud enough for Riley to hear.

               “Auston!” I hiss, sending andelbow into his ribs though he barely even notices, his stare on Riley. To my surprise Riley doesn’t get upset, he laughs quietly instead.

               “Touché. Should have seen that coming,” he gives one last pet to each of them before heading towards the door. Sending a filthy look at Auston, I hurry to open it for him.

               “Thank you for coming to work on our project, Riley,” I try to smile at him, embarrassed by Auston’s actions.

               “No problem, thanks for hosting. I’ll finish the conclusion and email it to you this weekend,” he says before slipping out the door and down the path to his car.

               I close the door quietly behind me, drawing the curtains in the living room before turning very slowly to face Auston who has moved into the living room.

               “Auston, what were you thinking?” I try to say as calmly as I possibly can.

               “What was I thinking? What were you thinking?” Auston asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

               “What was I thinking? Let me tell you what I was thinking, Auston. I was thinking that my fucking boyfriend might possibly find the decency in him to act like a human being when talking to someone who I will have to work with the rest of this semester,” I say, glaring at him with everything I can muster.

               “I was being a decent human being considering he was in my girlfriend’s house, who was completely oblivious to the way he was looking at her like she was a shiny trophy that he had finally won. I never imagined when you said that you weren’t able to make it to my game that you would instead be spending all night with some stranger who could have done anything to you and no one would know about it!” Auston says right back at me, though his voice isn’t as calm as mine.

               “Excuse me? I have school Auston, I have grades to keep up. It’s not like I blew off your game to go on a hot date!” My voice raises several octaves. “I am a grown adult, I can take care of myself and there was no way that he would have ever tried anything. He’s socially awkward and intimidated by me for some reason, he wouldn’t be capable of doing anything to me!”

               “You don’t know that, Y/N! You’ve been here four weeks! Four fucking weeks! You think you know anyone well enough to feel like you know everything they are capable of?” Auston snaps back at me, gesturing with his hands.

               “I guess not because I didn’t know that my boyfriend was so capable of making me feel like shit when I literally did nothing!” I snap.

               “Do not turn this around on me. You know me Y/N, you know most everything about me,” Auston says, this time a little more evenly which infuriates me, while he seems to be calming down, I’m only getting angrier. “I’m just hurt that you didn’t tell me about him before, or that you didn’t go someplace public like a library or something!”

               Tears well in my eyes, I don’t understand why he’s so upset with me.

               “Do not try and make it seem like you were just concerned about my safety,” I yell at him, unable to hold it back anymore. “Alex told me how jealous of a person you can get and it’s pathetic, Auston. I did nothing wrong. At all. You just can’t take that I spent time with someone else that wasn’t you or your best friends. Notice how none of the friends I’ve made outside your little circle are guys? You cannot control who I do and do not work with and spend time with!”

               I take a deep, shaky breath, tears over flowing from my eyes. Auston stares me at me that unreadable look on his face again and I can’t keep his eye contact, it’s too painful.

               “I am not a jealous person, Y/N,” Auston says, his voice incredibly quiet compared to my own yell.

               “Yes you are! Look at you! You’re grasping at every possible straw you can to make me feel bad about not going to your game and having Riley over here to work on school work.” I once again put emphasis on my last two words.

               “Did he make you feel uncomfortable at all tonight? Did he get tense and maybe snap at you over something stupid? Did you notice him looking at you more than you looked at him? Was he over excited when he got here? Try to make small talk and then get upset when you didn’t talk back?” Auston starts listing off these questions and my stomach goes cold at the truth behind all of them.

               “Did you happen to notice him looking at you as you walked away? Did he get distracted by something dumb you said and look like an idiot trying to regain focus?” Auston keeps asking questions and I just stare at him wordlessly. “I can see the yes in your eyes to all of those questions, because those are some of the same exact things that I used to do to you when I was a teenager living in Ann Arbor.”

               I can’t seem to form any words, I just stare at him in confusion.

               “He wants you Y/N. The same way I wanted you when I was a horny teenager. I could see it from the moment I saw him from my car in the driveway. That’s why I’m upset.”

               I find my voice and I feel myself take a step towards him.

               “So what? So what if he wants to sleep with me, Auston? Just because he wants to, does that mean he gets to?” I ask him, venom in my voice from the hurt coursing through me. “Hmm? Does it?”

               “No,” he stammers, eyeing me warily as I take another step towards him.

               “No is right, he doesn’t. Do you trust me?” I ask.

               “Of course I trust you…” Auston again stammers, and I can tell he wants to take a step back when I take another one forward.

               “Really? Because it doesn’t seem like you do right now, Auston,” more tears are steaming down my face but I refuse to wipe them away. “I watch you go on road trips all the time. Do you think I sit here wondering what you’re doing or if some girl is trying to slip into your DMs looking for a hook up? Because I do, but I don’t ever overthink that because I know that you are someone who would never ever hurt me. Ever. But here you are standing in my living room telling me that you trust me when you don’t. You don’t, Auston.”

               “I decided to trust you when I first kissed you on that hill. Because I knew with living here in Toronto, with you being the hottest thing in town, and that I would have to deal with the jealousy thing. Not once have I complained or ever made you feel like shit over it, have I?” I don’t wait for an answer. “And in comes the first boy I’ve been able to make friends with in Toronto and you come flying in and ruining it. All because you can’t extend the same curtesy to me that I do to you. And that hurts Auston, that hurts a lot.”

               Auston stares at me in shock, his feet rooted into the floor. Several minutes pass of me crying and him staring at me before he’s able to speak.

               “Y/N, all I want is to know that someone isn’t going to try and touch yo-,” Auston starts and I cut him off again.

               “I just said that even if he tried to touch me that it doesn’t mean he gets to!” I practically yell at him. “I would stop him Auston, I would stop him because I love you and I care about you and would never do anything that could possibly hurt you,” I cry at him.

               Auston blinks at me. “What did you just say?” He whispers and I blink back, my cheeks flushing.

               “I love you, Auston. I never thought I was someone who could fall in love with someone almost immediately but here I am, crying because the boy that I love doesn’t trust me,” I start sobbing and he takes a step towards me, I take one back.

               “Don’t,” I plead, I can’t take touching him right now.

               “Y/N…” Auston whispers, hurt crossing his face when I pull away. “I…” he trails off and I shake my head.

               “Please don’t,” I plead again. “Please just go.”

               “Go?” Auston’s eyes go wide, panic clearly on his face.

               I cross my arms across my chest and continue backing away from him.

               “Yes, go,” I whisper.

               “No, no, no,” Auston says, his entire demeanor changing before my eyes. Where he had been hard and distant just seconds before, he now looked lost and hurt. I have to peel my eyes away from him, my heart can’t take it.

               “We need some time, Auston. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me, especially someone with a job like yours,” I say, now backing into the foyer and towards the stairs.

               “When can I see you then?” Auston whispers, following me at a distance this time, his feet just inside the foyer.

               “You have to trust me to be with me. I cannot lose you on top of being five hours from my family,” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand.

               “But I do, I do trust you,” Auston pleads. “You’re right I am jealous, I want everything you are all to myself. I can’t bear the thought of someone else being in my place, the thought makes me go insane and it overwhelmed me. I should have never taken it out on you, Y/N,” he takes a hesitant step toward me and I shake my head.      

               “No, just give it time, okay?” I step up onto the bottom stair, next to his overnight bag.

               “No, I don’t want time! I’ve waiting too many years for you, Y/N. I cannot bear the thought of losing you, please,” he whispers.

               “You’re not losing me,” I whisper, my heart breaking into a million pointy pieces. “You’re just going to have to get over whatever it is that’s keeping you from trusting me. I love you, Auston, I’ve never loved a boy before. You say you’ve been waiting for me so the past few years, what’s a little more time.” I nod to his bag and then to the door, I won’t be able to speak another word.

               Auston’s eyes had closed the moment I said “love” and when he opens them, they are shining with tears. I resist every urge in my body to reach out to him, to show him how much I love him and how much I’m hurting because of that love.

               “Baby,” he whispers and I can see the same longing in his eyes that are in mine. “Please,” he whispers though he know my words stand. I watch him take the bag from next to my feet, his eyes traveling from my toes to my eyes, memorizing me just like I am him. Auston backs toward the door, and I refuse to look away from him.

               We don’t say goodbye, the only sound is the door closing behind Auston’s back and then his car engine as he pulls out of my driveway and back down the road. I slink down on the stairs, wrapping my arms around the banister and let the tears fall down my cheeks.


               I don’t hear from Auston the next day, and he doesn’t hear from me. In fact, I don’t hear anything from anyone all day, my phone lays silent and cold on my coffee table as I keep my mind busy with books and movies. I let myself cry last night, now I refuse to shed another tear. Instead, I live precariously through the characters on my pages and on my screen.

               Mitch POV

               “What do you mean we still can’t message her?” I ask Auston for the tenth time today. We are sitting in a restaurant in downtown Chicago, three days after the two idiot’s mini break up.

               “Just don’t please,” Auston snaps back at me, stabbing at his chicken.

               “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you didn’t say you loved her back,” Connor says to my side and I nod in agreement.

               “Because I don’t love her,” Auston says, avoiding all eye contact, clearly not pleased about being the center of conversation once again.

               “Bullshit,” I say. “You’re a bigger idiot than I thought. You love her, it’s impossible not to love Y/N. Even we love her, but our love is a bit different that yours,” I push my food around on my plate. “If you were honest with yourself, you would realize that you’ve loved her since you were sixteen years old.”

               Auston eyes flash to mine and then back down to his food and I know I’m right.

               “Wanna know what I think?” I ask him, her shakes his head but I choose to ignore that. “I think that you’re used to being the one in control of a relationship. Every girl you’ve ever dated has been more into you than you are into them and now that the roles are reversed, you don’t know what to do. You’re vulnerable and at the complete mercy of whatever Y/N says. Which is why you left her house the other night instead of staying and working things out,” I say. Auston again is staring at me with an open mouth, as is Connor.

               “And it’s also why you didn’t tell her that you loved her back because for just a moment, she was like the other girls, admitting her feelings before you said your own and that made you feel better. So, by being a complete dumbass, you have ruined the relationship you’ve been craving since you were sixteen years old. You got to have the girl you’ve daydreamed about for last four years for just six weeks all because you thought she might hurt you just like all the girls that you previously dated thought you were going to hurt them. That’s why you don’t trust her, because you’re scared of the thought of someone hurting you instead of you hurting them.” I finish and take a big bite of my pasta.

               “Which, if I might add, is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” I add, talking through a mouthful.

               Auston stares at me, still comprehending my words, a lost look on his face.

               “You think I ruined it forever?” Auston asks and I can hear the vulnerability in his voice. I know he hates talking about this but with how grumpy he’s been the last few days on the road, I can’t take it anymore and I miss Y/N already. I had grown used to her constant sarcasm and need to take care of us, even her scolding me like a child.

               “I don’t think you ruined it forever, Auston,” I say slowly. “I think that you made things very difficult, especially because by you leaving, she lost not only her best friend but all of us. She’s in a huge new city away from her family and we were her only lifeline and the only ones she trusted. Now she’s home alone, probably hurting and confused.” I don’t hold back with my words even though Auston visibly flinches like I slapped him.

               “I can see why she was so upset,” Connor pipes up. “While I think you had a good point about her having someone she doesn’t know over, I think the whole not trusting her is what you messed up on.”

               Auston nods slowly, pushing his food around on his plate, deep in thought. I’m just in shock he’s actually listening to what we have to say. I slip my phone out of my pocket and open my thread of messages with Y/N.

               U gonna have dinner ready for me tomorrow night?

               I stare at the phone screen with a hint of anxiety, I know she has her phone on her and I know she’s already read it. Finally the little bubbles pop up on the screen and I relax.

               Chinese takeout good enough?

               You read my mind

               Can’t wait

               She includes a happy face and a winky face with her message. I go to type a reply but the bubbles pop up again indicating that she’s typing.

               Thank you

               Is all it says with a blue heart next to it.

               For what?

               I send her back, though I know. For the last three days she’s been completely alone in Toronto, not knowing if she still has friends that are going to come home to her and raid her kitchen and make her squawk like a mother hen, picking up after us and yelling.

               You know

               That I do. See you soon kid.

               Did you actually just call me that?

               Yes, u mad bro?

               Guess someone is only getting ONE crab raggoon tomorrow…

               How rude

               You’re telling me…

               Auston catches on that I’m talking to Y/N, and I see him open his mouth to say something but it looks like a light flashes on in his eyes and he stops. Connor and I exchange a quick glance, unsure what to do.

               “Uh you okay?” Connor asks, eyeing Auston warily.

               “I need Y/N’s dad’s number,” he mutters to himself and whips out his phone faster than I thought possible.

               “Why is that?” I ask slowly, though Auston just waves a hand at me to shut me up.

               “Hey,” he says putting his mouth to the receiver of his phone. “Can you do me a favor?”

Please Don’t Go

Originally posted by lovercompany

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: Barry promising (Y/N) that he will never leave her side.

Word count: 1.001

A/N: I am back, finally! I wrote something fast and this story kept running in my head for days. I don’t know, but I was left by someone important these past few weeks and I just miss him. Although, I realized that there are people who care for me, no matter what, and I am happy to have them. Hope you like it!

P.S.: Barry Allen requests are open!!

- G. x

You buried your head between your soft and comfortable white bed pillows as you sobbed endlessly against them and you let your tear stains to wet them, leaving big circles of salty water full of emotion stains on them.

You’ve been locking yourself in your room since the time you got home from work and you didn’t even have your dinner, even though your stomach was crying just to have little bit of food in it.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your mother knock on the door for several times and you stopped for a moment, thinking whether you should open the door or not.

“Mum,” You answered when you finally decided. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Honey,” She was worried and you could hear it in her voice that she was. “I know that you want to be alone, you wouldn’t lock yourself in there if not. I just wanted to tell you that Barry is here.”

“Tell him that I’m not in the mood, Mum.” You repeated harshly, looking at the door, as if you were seeing their silhouettes across your wooden coloured door.

“(Y/N), please let me in.” It was Barry’s turn to talk and he tried to convince you for several times. “Please.”

“No.” You shortly answered, peeved.

“(Y/N), please!” Barry insisted, anger could be heard in his voice and you knew how serious he was that time. Barry cared a little too much for you and he knew when you needed someone with you by your side.

“Fuck, Bar!” You lazily got up from your bed as you dried your red and tired face. You opened the door and you saw two worried faces gazing at you.

“Finally!” Barry sarcastically said, but he then pulled you in his arms to give you a tight comfort hug.

“I’m leaving you two some time to talk, I’m in the living room if you need something.” Your mum warned and you just nodded your head in response.

“What’s happened?” Barry then asked as you two broke the hug.

“Eddie!” You spat his name as if it was a venom in your mouth. You then started to cry once again, tiny teardrops running down your burning cheeks.

“What did he do? I’ll beat him silly if he did something grievous to you.” His face was quickly masked in anger as he closed the door behind his back. You both sat on the bed, letting your body fall on it.

“I caught him,” You looked at your fingers as you fidgeted with them. “he was with Iris in his office at CCPD, kissing.”

“What?!” He exaggeratedly reacted. You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry. His reaction was just so idiotic and funny.

“You heard it right.” You nodded as you smiled weakly at him.

“He’s surely a dead man.” He shook his head as he tightened his fist, readying himself to beat Eddie. You stared at him silently and you both had those silent but not awkward moment. “He better get ready.”

“Bar?” You called his attention, letting yourself into sadness once again. “Why do people always leave me?”

“I am still here and I will never leave you.” He seriously looked at you, reassuring your doubts.

“I know, but Eddie promised me that he wouldn’t have done it.” You weakly asked him, voice cracking a little bit as you held your tears back. You still remember how Eddie used to be by your side every time and now? He’s gone.

“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.” Barry caressed your cheek as he quoted one of John Green’s book, The Fault In Our Stars.

“But they should never leave!” You stubbornly answered, not caring of your adamant behaviour.

“(Y/N), people come and go in our lives. There are people who can’t handle relationships well and there are people who choose to stay with you, despite your flaws, your behaviour, everything.” He explained as he moved quickly nearer towards you, making you bounce slightly on the comfortable bed.

“Why do some people choose to leave then?” You sadly and melancholically asked. You were still wondering why did Eddie do something wrong, even when he knew that you would be hurt.

“They can have different motivations, (Y/N). But remember that we are like firecrackers in this world. There will be that time where we’re going to explode and only the people who remained beside us will have the chance to enjoy the show, your show.” He rubbed your back to calm you and you just unleashed a long and deep sigh.

“Nothing’s to enjoy in my show. I’m a normal person, maybe a shitty one too.” You bit your lip as you were admiring Barry’s emerald orbs. “Maybe, I am the problem here.”

“No, (Y/N). You aren’t.” He shook his head as he dried your cheeks with his thumbs. “You are beyond perfect as a friend and people don’t deserve you. You deserve much better and I can assure you that.”

“Bar, they always leave.” You sighed and admired your hanging feet as you looked on the ground.

“I won’t.” His answer was short, but you knew that he would never leave you alone. He cared too much and he would never let someone hurt you. He’s never deluded nor hurt you and you knew that he never will.

“Please, don’t go Bar.” You pleaded himself, looking straight in his eyes.

“I will never leave you, (Y/N). You’re too important to me.” He smiled sweetly as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. “We all have a choice here.”

“And?” You raised an eyebrow as you relished his arms around you.

“And I choose to stay with you.” He answered and you were flattered for what your best friend has just said.

Maybe Barry was right, maybe we all just have some choices and priorities. We all have one important person around us and we choose the one we think we really deserve.

My angel Pt.1!

I wake up to the warm sun against my skin, giving me the gentle nudge to stir me awake. I look over to the other side of the bed, to find the blankets folded over and her gone. I can’t help but let panic take over for a fraction of a second. I look over at the clock, it’s late in the morning. She probably got up hours ago and started her day.
I get out of the bed and quickly remake it, and then head to the bathroom to clean myself up. After I brush my teeth and take a quick ice cold shower, I just throw my jeans on and head downstairs. I enter the kitchen to see the girl of my dreams, standing at the counter, her back to me. The warm colors of the sun shining on her, making her look almost as if she’s a mirage. A beautiful angel, sent here to reward me. How do I deserve her? I surely don’t.
I quietly walk to her, and wrap my strong arms around her. I Nuzzle my head into her neck and kissing her as she pours her coffee. I’ll never forget the way she smells. Her shampoo, her perfume, she makes it look so effortless to be perfect. I hold her tight and a whisper escapes my lips, “mmm my angel”
She lets out a relaxed giggle, and without turning around she says “ I thought you’d never wake up.”
She wriggles free just enough to spin around and face me. Her gaze catches mine and I fall in love again. “ ohhh this is awkward, I thought you were someone else. You should probably leave, my boyfriend should be back soon” she says sarcastically, showing me her beautiful smile.
“ ha.ha.ha. Isn’t that just hilarious”. My hands go to her hips and I lift her and set her on the counter, she opens her legs a little to bring me in closer to her. She rests her hands on my bare chest, and the warmth from her touch almost overwhelms me. Her hands slide to my shoulders, then down my arms and continue until her little hands are in mine. Her eyes go to our hands and mine follow as she opens my hands up . Four little purple lines show in the palm of each of my hands. She looks back up at me, her eyes soft and searching mine.
“ whoa, what are those from?” I asked confused.
“ you had nightmares again last night baby. You had your fists so tight that I couldn’t even open them.”
“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that angel. I hate that it happens. I feel like an idiot. ” Her hands go to with side of my face and she lifts my head to look at her.
“ Hey. You listen to me. You can’t be ashamed of the things that have happened to you Stark, because they created who you are; the person I love. I will always be here, to help you heal.”
Her hands guide me closer and our lips meet. Waves of calmness wash over me as we kiss. Our lips part briefly and she calmly whispers with a playful tone, “ besides, I kind of like fixer-uppers. You’re like my little project”.
I can’t help but laugh at her smart ass comment, and then we continue kissing, her hands sliding down my body to my shoulders. Our kisses become more passionate, and our mouths open wider as the mood starts to change. My hands stroke up and down her bare thighs, stopping at the start of her shorts and then tracing to her knees over and over. The craving for eachother gets stronger and stronger between us, our hands beginning to venture over eachother instead of just resting like they once were. I lightly bite her bottom lips as we continue, which in turn makes her dig her nails into my back making me want to explode into a frenzy. But I refrain. Instead, my hands lift her shirt, higher and higher until she lifts her arms and I pull it off. Her legs wrap around me and my right hand rests on the small of her back, pressing her soft skin against mine, my left hand reaches around and I unclasp her bra. After removing that, my left and goes to the back of her neck and I bring her in close. I’m almost sure She can feel my heart beating with her chest against mine. Her hands go to my belt buckle and she quickly undoes it as well as my jeans. My pants now just hang off of my hips, the button and zipper undone. We work together to get her shorts and underwear off. I unbutton and unzip her shorts, and then she slides them off and tosses them out of the room. Her legs wrap around me again. She uses Her heals to pull down my jeans, which easily fall to the floor. I casually step out of them and slide them away, as my hand travels lower, lower, lower until my thumb is very gently tracing over her clit. She lets out a sigh.

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It Must Be Fate

Johnny x Reader

Wordcount: 2,230


You stared down at your phone as the screen turned black.  You couldn’t believe you had forgot to charge your phone before you left your apartment, and now you were stuck in the dark, alone, lost somewhere in Seoul.  Taking a year off from university to decide what the hell you wanted to do with your life, you had come to Seoul to teach English.  It was a good way to earn some money and gain real life experience – something you hoped would help you figure out your future.   Of course, being in Seoul to teach didn’t stop you from exploring the city in your downtime.   Today, you had ended up hanging out with some foreigners you met, who wanted to visit the SM Entertainment building in the hopes of seeing some idols.  

After giving up the idol search a few hours later, your new friends left.  They had insisted you leave together, but you politely declined.   You wanted to explore the area a little bit more before you left – a decision which you were now regretting.  With your phone dead, you had no way of searching where you were.   You also hadn’t seen a taxi go by that area in what felt like forever.

You looked around to see if there was anyone near the building you could ask for help.  All the fans who were idol-hunting earlier has dissipated after being disappointed when no idols showed up.  There weren’t really any tourists in the area either.  To be fair, it was getting late.  It was apparently an area you really only went too if you worked there or wanted to see someone famous.

You had walked up and down the block a few times to no avail.  About to start walking to try and find an internet café, you spotted a tall man walking out of the building’s fronts door.  Assuming it was just an employee, you ran up to him to ask for help.

“Sorry, I’m not allowed to stop for pictures.”

“What? No, please!  I just need directions!  My name is (y/n) and I’m here teaching English.  I don’t know my way around very well and I’ve been lost for over an hour. My phone is dead so I’m kind of starting to freak out.  Please just help me.”

You were beyond thankful you had been studying Korean for the past few years.

The man slowly turned to look at you, studying your features.  You could tell he could clearly see how distraught you were. You noticed that he was dressed quite casually for a company employee.  Orange Nike sneakers, black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, face mask… There was no way it was an employee. But, it couldn’t possibly be an idol either, right?  He just walked out of the front door like it was no big deal.  Then again, he did say he couldn’t stop for pictures…

“Oh sorry, I thought you were a fan.  They were out here all day.  Where do you need directions too?”

You were surprised to hear the man now speaking to you in English.  Not a lot of people you had encountered here did.  He began to pull down his facemask so he could speak more clearly.  As he did so, a wave of shock washed over you.  There was no doubting who was standing in front of you right now.  Johnny Seo.  Johnny must have taken notice of your surprise because he took a step back.

“So… You are a fan?  Like I said, I’m not allowed to stop for pictures.  I’m really sorry but our company won’t let us.”

“Oh no! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like NCT a lot.  But to be honest, I didn’t even realize it was you.  I thought you were a company employee!  I’m just really lost and want to go home.”

Johnny let out a soft chuckle at your words.  He ran his hand through his hair, almost as a sign of relief that you weren’t going to attack him.  It was almost kind of endearing that you genuinely approached him with no clue as to who he was.  He wasn’t used to that.

“Now I’m a bit offended,” he smirked. “THE Johnny Seo is standing right in front of you and all you can think about is going home?”

“Wow, cocky much Mr. Seo?  I mean, you’re handsome and all, but it’s late.  And I’m tired.  I guess I’m just not the type to swoon over idols?  I just like your music and appreciate how hard you guys work.”

He chuckled again, clearly amused by you.

“Thanks. That’s actually kind of refreshing. I’m so used to our fans screaming and even crying when they meet us.  It’s nice to meet someone who cares about what we do, not just who we are.”

He smiled at you so widely you couldn’t help but to smile back, despite being no closer to home than you were five minutes ago.

“So about those directions…”

“Oh right, sorry.  Where was it you needed to go?”

You told him your address and he burst out laughing.  You looked at him, puzzled, and he just laughed harder.

“You know that’s only about a 20 minute walk from here, right?”

You felt like an idiot.  You had spent god-knows how long aimlessly wandering around, when you were so close to your destination the whole time.   At the same time, if you hadn’t have been so stupid, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to Johnny.  Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened after all.

“I can walk you there if you want.  I just came out to go for a walk anyways.  No phone, no members…   Just needed some fresh air.  Plus we wouldn’t want you getting lost again.  Based on what I’ve seen, I have no faith that you can make it home on you own.”

You scowled slightly at his dig at you.   He could easily just tell you the way from here and you were sure you’d be fine. Although, taking him up on his offer meant spending more time with Johnny.  And you didn’t want to risk getting lost and ending up in the same situation twice in one night – or ever again for that matter.  You didn’t give it much more thought and gladly accepted your new guide’s company.  You started walking side-by-side towards your apartment.   However, no less than a few minutes into your walk, your stomach growled louder than you thought possible.  You realized that between idol-hunting with your new friends and then getting lost, you hadn’t eaten in hours.   You were so worried about getting home that you hadn’t even thought about it.   Of course, Johnny took notice as he glanced down at your stomach and let a small smile form on his lips.

“There’s a good café on the way if you want to stop there.  The members and I used to visit there a lot when we were trainees.”

“What if people see us?  Couldn’t it end up as a scandal or something?  We wouldn’t want people thinking THE Johnny Seo is dating some random girl.”

“It’s fine. It’s late and I doubt people will be around.  Plus, the owners are used to keeping the fans at bay and letting us have our privacy.”

Before you knew it Johnny had your left hand in his right, and you were being pulled into a café.

He bought the two of you hot chocolate and coconut cake, saying it was his favourite combination and insisted you try it too, especially since he was buying. It didn’t matter to you that Johnny was an idol, but the more time you spent with him, the more you grew to like him.  He was cocky, but just enough to be funny.  At the same time, he was humble and kind.  Your favourite thing was how easy he was to be around.  It was like you had skipped the part where you’re supposed to be strangers and just jumped into knowing each other for years.  You weren’t planning on telling him, but you were glad you had ended up lost earlier that night.


“So (y/n), you think I’m handsome?”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he opened the door on your way out of the café.

“What? “

“Earlier, when we first met.  You said you thought I was handsome.”

“We’ve been sitting and talking in this café for god knows how long and you bring this up now?  You’re an SM idol Johnny.  They don’t exactly recruit your average-looking person.”

“I guess not, but that doesn’t mean you have to think I’m handsome.”

“If I admit I said you were handsome earlier, will you drop this topic?”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“I hate you.   I wish it was Ten who had come to my rescue instead.”

“To be honest, he probably would have been even more hopeless than you.”

From what you knew about the members, Johnny was probably right.   And the truth was you were glad you were with Johnny and not someone else.


“Well, this is my apartment building.  I can’t believe it was that close the whole time.”

“Yea, that was pretty stupid. But I’m still willing to walk you up to your apartment if you want.”

“That’d be nice.”

Truthfully, there was no reason at all for Johnny to come into the apartment building with you.  But you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him.   You wanted to see him again, often if possible.  Maybe even end up as more than friends.  But that was unlikely.  He was an idol.  He probably wouldn’t get much free time like this.  Plus, how would you ever contact him again?  You could feel something between the two of you for sure, but you were convinced it could never progress.

You arrived at your door and turned to face Johnny.  You could tell from his face that he didn’t want to say goodbye either. But, it didn’t feel right inviting him into you apartment.  What now?

“Hey (y/n), you got a pen?”

You looked at Johnny questioningly.  That was random, but, you weren’t going to ask questions.  He did just help you get home.  You opened the door to your apartment, and walked to your kitchen where you opened a drawer.  Taking out a pen, you turned back to Johnny who was waiting patiently in your doorway, a playful grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.  You handed him the pen and he suddenly grabbed your hand and began writing.

“Johnny what the heck are you doing?!”

“I’m writing my phone number on your hand.”

“Are you serious?  What is this, some cheesy 1990s rom-com?”

“Look, your phone’s dead and mine is back in the practice room.  If cheesy and old-school are my only options, then cheesy and old-school is what you’re gonna get.”

He finished writing and you looked down at his number on your hand.  You looked back up at him, planning to make another snide remark about how lame he was, but his face had changed.  His cheeky expression had disappeared, and he now looked thoughtful, as he glanced between his number on your hand and your face.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”

You nodded your head in approval.

“I’m really glad you got lost tonight.”

It was like he was speaking your thoughts from earlier in the café as his own.

“Have you heard of the Korean phrase 인연인가 ?” (read: “inyeoninga bwa”)

“No… What does it mean?”

“It means it must be fate.  I’ve never really understood it until now.”

In a way, the two of you meeting was like fate.  You looked up at Johnny, not being able to help the huge smile forming on your face. You felt like your face was going to rip in half.  His smile was just as big as yours, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful he was.

Johnny took both of your hands in his own, and slowly began to lean his face down towards your own.  Unknowingly, you closed your eyes in anticipation.  How did your night end up like this?  You didn’t care.  You wanted this to happen.  Just when you were ready to feel his lips press against yours, you heard him laugh as he dropped your hands and backed away.

“You didn’t think I was actually going to kiss you did you?”

“Are you serious Johnny?  Of all the people in the world who could have rescued me, it just had to be you didn’t it?”

“Come on, I’m pretty awesome.  I just don’t kiss on the first date.”

“Is that what this was?  A first date?”

“You bet.  Lucky you hey?  Getting to date THE Johnny Seo.”

“I hate you.”

“Don’t say that (y/n), maybe you’ll get that kiss on our second date. So don’t forget to text me, okay?”

And with that, he began to walk away.  You looked at your hand, the ink already beginning to smudge, probably from how sweaty your palms got when you thought he was going to kiss you.   You went to go plug in your phone so you could add his number.   Despite having no idea when, you were sure you would be seeing Johnny again.  You had to get that kiss.

**Kk so this is bad and like, twice as long as I intended it to be.  But I couldn’t stop writing haha.  Thank you sooooo much for reading and I hope you guys liked it!!  As always, let me know what you thought and feel free to leave a request in my ask box!**

‘The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess’ sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “Can you at least promise me this? Just come home safely.”
  • “If there is anything you desire, then I shall desire it, too.”
  • “What? Say something! Am I so beautiful you’ve no words left?”
  • “I want you to do me a favor. I can’t give you the details now, but it will be easy.”
  • “You heard me! So get out of here!”
  • “Welcome to my castle.”
  • “So, this is the one for whom you were searching…”
  • “Ha. Such conceit.”
  • “I follow the strongest side!… That is all I have ever known.”
  • “I want to thank you for being so kind to someone like me… Someone you don’t even know.”
  • “Sorry, but as romantic as this is, I’m not going to stay here with you, I’m getting out!”
  • “…You were imprisoned? I am sorry.”
  • “This village is full of idiots.”
  • “We can’t just let this goat eat the letter!”
  • “Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?”
  • “To defy the gods with such petty magic, only to be cast aside… How very pathetic.”
  • “It’s such a nice melody…”
  • “Ewww… That wasn’t good for my appetite…”
  • “Your heart and mine were as one, however briefly.”
  • “The howls of the beasts… they’ve faded into silence.”
  • “An impressive-looking blade… but nothing more.”
  • “Those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it… never forget that.”
  • “So, you’re not absolutely stupid after all!”
  • “Yes… This feels so familiar…”
  • “Oh, but listen to me blather on! I have a favor to ask.”